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yo tell me your fave cube lyric
ok, so i could never pick just ONE favourite ice cube lyric, so here's one of my favourites to start it off:
when i okay it,
so much cheese, you got to weigh it
never thought these niggaz was da feds
"freeze" was da sound
i started lettin' off rounds,
lay the whole fuckin' room down
i don't wanna see your honor,
ratha eat pirhana from benny hana,
smokin' marijuana in my sauna,
i dun had it wit these attics and faggots,
they them rattic causin' static,
bring me my A-U-T-O-matic,
oh niggaz wanna se how we ride
bitch you know the muthafuckin' side,
world muthafuckin' wide
Comments
On Tue, Jan 25, 2011 at 12:20 AM, Lil-G said:
Life....
Niggas used to come and get me
When it was time to disagree with an enemy
Pass the hennessy it gives me energy
Packed the gat in the small of my back
Where these niggas at I clear the whole pack
Talkin' shit cuz I'm down for my set I'm a vet
Smokin' on a wet cigarette
(who these niggas think they are)
(wishin' on a ghetto star I represent my tar)
I start bustin' and they scatter like water bugs
Cuz these westside niggas is harder thugs
Enslve us but nothin' can save us from sportin' Ben Davis
Shootin' at your neighbors
(cuz sometimes I feel like a nut don't give a fuck when I open ya up)
Hot rocks fly from the back seat and
Busta ass niggas run like a track meet
An if you crawl in the middle bleed mo' than a little (what)
Killer king is the hospital
Feelin' numb from the bullets I hum
And when they hit black mothers have fits I don't give a shit
On Fri, Jan 21, 2011 at 5:02 PM, Kleveland said:
[Verse Two]
Mister, mister, before you make me go
I'm here to let you know your little girl is a hoe
Nympho, nympho, boy is she bad
Get her all alone and out comes the kneepads
I know she is a minor and it is illegal
but the bitch is worse than Vanessa Del Rio
And if you de-cide to call rape
we got the little hooker on tape, now:
tell the fuckin slut to please hurry up
and wear that dress that's tight on her butt
So I can finger-fuck on the way to the bed
Been in so many rooms, she got a dot on her forehead
Face turnin red from grabbin them ankles
Fuck and get up is how I do them stank-hoes
You should hear how she sounds with a cock
And her boots get knocked, from here to Czechoslovakia
Two are on top, one on the bottom
First nigga got the boots; man, you shoulda shot him
cause after I got 'em it was over
Now niggaz get lucky like a four-leaf clover
on daddy's little girl.
She keeps nuts in her mouth like the bitch was a squirrel
So tell Cheryl to bring her ass home
cause the line at my house is gettin loooooooong, ay!
On Tue, Dec 14, 2010 at 11:56 AM, deletednickname said:
Gangsta Rap MAde Me Do It)
On Sun, Nov 28, 2010 at 2:01 AM, Joel C4L said:
"[...] I was a born loser, i was a born sinner
now i am a winner, in the convention centre
i got to take a bow, cause i still wonder how
the system didnt get me when i was a juvenile (just think)
just think if i had got locked up
no boys n the hood thanks to america
no eazy N W A no fried day
dont let ya muthafucking talent go to waste "
On Mon, Nov 8, 2010 at 8:53 PM, Naachoo said:
that aint muh fav but i like it and say it all tha time to tha lil kids
On Mon, Nov 8, 2010 at 8:52 PM, Naachoo said:
NWA - Gangsta Gangsta
"to a lil kid lookin up to me, Life Aint Nuthin But Bitches & Money"
On Wed, Oct 27, 2010 at 10:12 AM, Rogue*Nation said:
To just see the stink that Death Certificate was kicking up
amongst asians and jews.
On Wed, Oct 27, 2010 at 10:10 AM, Rogue*Nation said:
(continued)
"BOOM!! my homie got shot he's a goner black
St. Louis niggas want their corner back
Shooting in snowy weather
It's illegal business, niggas still can't stick together
Fuckin police got the four-one-one
that L.A. ain't all, surf and sun
But we ain't thinkin, bout the boys
Feudin, like the Hatfields and McCoys
Now the shit's gettin tricky
Cause now they lookin for the colors and the khakis
Damn, the spot's gettin hot from the battle
About to pack up and start slangin in Seattle
But the NARCs, raid about six in the morning
Try to catch a nigga while he's yawnin
Put his glock to my chest as I paused
Went to jail in my motherfuckin drawers
Tryin to give me, fifty-seven years
Face'll be full of those tattooed tears
It's the same old story and the same old nigga stuck
And the public defender ain't givin a fuck
The fool must be sparkin
Talkin about a double life plea bargain
You got to deal with the Crips and Bloods by hand G
Plus the Black Guerilla family
And the white pride don't like Northside
And it's a riot if any more niggaz die
No parole or probation
Now this is a young man's summer vacation
No chance for rehabilitation
Cause look at the motherfuckin years that I'm facin
I'ma end it like this cause you know what's up
My life is fucked"
A time in hip hop I would give my left leg to live through
if only for just one day :(
On Wed, Oct 27, 2010 at 9:54 AM, Rogue*Nation said:
(continued)
"Now the shit's like a war of gang violence
where it was never seen before
Punks draw when they cap us
four jheri-curl niggas kickin up dust
and some of them are even lookin' up to us
wearin' our colours and talkin' that gang fuss
givin' up much love dyin' for a street
that they never heard of
But without the motherfuckers stayin' strong
so you know the phrase "Once again it's on""
On Wed, Oct 27, 2010 at 9:49 AM, Rogue*Nation said:
(continued)
"Now clearin 'em out made casualties
still had the L.A mentality
bust a cap and outta there in a hurry
wouldn't ya know it? A drive by in Missouri
Them fools got popped
took their corner next day
set up shop
and it's better than slingin' in the valley
triple the profit makin' more than I did in Cali
breakin' off rocks like Barney Rubble
cos them mark-ass niggas don't want trouble
and we ain't on edge when we do work
police don't recognize the khakis and the sweat shirt
Gettin' bitches and they can't stand a
nineteen-ninety-one Tony Montana"